The Sport of Romance: A Multi-Author Box Set

by Cari Quinn

  Chapter Six

  This woman was going to kill him. He glanced down at Valerie, her dark eyes so intently on him. His body flushed under her gaze. As she smoothed her hand over his flesh, he groaned, a wave of pleasure wafting over him.

  Her chuckle brought him out of his reverie. “You think this is funny?” he asked her, thrusting into her hand as she stroked.

  “Not at all.” She giggled. “I’m still waiting for you to get a condom, Mr. Man.”

  He lifted away from her, and leaned over to the nightstand. His erection bobbed, almost painfully as he plucked a foil package from the drawer. He ripped it open with his teeth, grimacing at the latex taste.

  With a sultry glance up to him, she took the open package from him, and pulled out the condom. When she rolled it on him in two seconds, an extended groan escaped his lips.

  “Where the hell did you learn to do that?”

  She smirked and wrapped her arms around his neck, fitting against his hard body and trapping his strained, now-covered erection between them. “Condom class. We taught the girls how to do it with fake penis molds.”

  He ran his hands over her smooth skin. Whatever she used on her skin, he would buy her a lifetime supply if she just continued using it. “That shouldn’t be hot, but it is.”

  She placed her hands against his chest, his muscles twitching beneath her touch.

  “I’m going to take advantage of you now,” he told her.

  “Yes, yes, you should.” She nodded solemnly and then yelped when he took her to the mattress.

  “You think everything is funny. I’m beginning to have a complex,” he said right before he started nipping at her neck again. “A more insecure man would be worried.”

  “Whatever.” She rolled her eyes, gasped as he bit into the crook of her neck. Shivers of arousal shot through her body. He could see it as it ransacked her. She placed her hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer. “Mmm… Do that again.”

  He chuckled. “I had something better in mind.” The ease of their play was hot, turning up his desire for her. But when he ran a finger along her wet slit, she gasped and arched against him.

  “Darren…” The need in her voice stroked his arousal.

  If he didn’t get to fuck her soon, he was going to end up mentally insane with aching balls. Her pussy was so wet, waiting for his cock to fill her. He positioned himself between her legs, pushing apart her knees to look at her better. “Darren, now, please!”

  He leaned over her, and grabbed his cock, angling and pressing into her body. “Oh, god. You’re so tight. Fuck that feels good.”

  “More,” she said in a whisper, trying to grab for him. He took her wrists and pinned her to the mattress. He couldn’t handle her touching him right then.

  He teased her for a few minutes, pressing in a little with the head. She cursed at him, and he had to keep from thrusting all the way into her. He couldn’t stand much more. He drove into her, until his heavy balls slapped against her and stilled. Her pussy squeezed him, almost intolerably. He wasn’t going to last long.

  Her eyes fluttered closed, her head tilted back in the silence. He palmed one breast, leaning on his other hand. Then he pinched the nipple, rolling it between his index and thumb. She moaned, and her pussy clenched tighter. He bit his lip, his cock jerking inside her. Bad idea. He was about lose himself like he did when he was fifteen and new at sex.

  He started out slow, keeping an easy rhythm. He wanted to draw their time together out. Val was not cooperating, however. She wrapped her legs around him and forced him deeper with each thrust of his hips. He wanted her with him and he wasn’t going to last much longer. Balancing on one hand, he rubbed his thumb over her clit in circles. Instantly, her pussy clenched tighter. Fuck, she was going to lose it and take him with her.

  “I want you to come again. Do it with me.” He growled and stroked her clit, pistoning in and out of her body. Her moans grew steadily louder, her body tensing and getting ready to explode. Heat filled him, his outer skin cold from the air in the room and the sweat on his skin. Still he was overheated.

  Just as she began to bear down on him, as her orgasm began to take shape, he leaned over her and changed his rhythm, fucking her hard and fast. His balls slapped against her as he drove his cock in and out of her body. He clenched his teeth, trying to hold off until she’d finished. With one final scream, Val’s body convulsed in orgasm.

  White hot heat hit him like Amtrak, speeding through his body like nothing he’d ever experienced. Her pussy clamped down on his cock as he spent himself.

  He thrust a couple more times, her hot center milking his come out of him, and collapsed with her into a heap of sweaty, tangled bodies. They laid there for several minutes before sense came back to Darren. He pulled out of her carefully, holding on to the condom and padded to the bathroom.

  * * *

  Valerie was still in a coital-induced daze when Darren finally came out of the bathroom. Sprawled out across the bed, she sighed contentedly. Sex with Darren had been everything she’d thought it would be. Amazing.

  Darren crawled over her body, kissing her like little butterfly wings brushed her skin. Gathering her into his arms, he pulled her close to his body, her back against his chest. His chest hair tickled her spine, forcing shivers down her back.

  “I’m glad you came back.”

  “Me too.” Her lips turned upward, just a hair. It was a half-hearted attempt. Her entire body was like jelly.

  He brushed her hair out of the way, and kissed the grooves of her neck. “You’re here now.”

  As if to punctuate his point, he palmed her breast. Against her ass, nestled in the crack, his cock stiffened. Good lord, the man was randier than a cat in heat. He pulled back and thrust forward. His erection slipped between her legs, creating delicious friction against the folds of her skin.

  His fingers danced down her body to her hips, caressing her hip gently. His mouth found that spot on her neck that drove her crazy and he exploited it fully.

  “Oh, Darren, that feels so good.” His hand smoothed over her abdomen and one finger parted her slick folds. She gasped as he flicked her clit, moaned as he rubbed circles over it. “Oh, my God.”

  He chuckled, turned her so she faced him. “God, you’re beautiful, Val. You make me so hard. And that ass…”

  He ran a big palm over her cheek.

  “It’s so fuckable. Absolutely fuckable.”

  She giggled. “Is that even a word?”

  “It should be,” he said seriously. “How about fuckalicious? Fucktabulous.”

  She laughed and pushed him into the bed, climbing over him so she straddled him, facing his cock. “Okay, Mister, I let you have the reins last time. This is my turn.” She stroked him agonizingly slow. He moaned, thrusting up with his body. His response empowered her, made her feel so incredibly beautiful and strong.

  “Chica, don’t tease me,” he begged. “Fuck me. Ride me. Do whatever you want to me.”

  “Oh, I’m going to fuck you,” she promised him, “but we’re going to play a little first.”

  “I don’t think I can last through play.”

  “I’ll help you.”

  He groaned.

  She ran her hands over his body, taking in every crevice, every chiseled muscle. His chest hair tickled her palms as she followed the happy trail down to where his cock stood at attention. She gave it a smooth tug, listening to him moan, and then took him into her mouth. She pulled her knees up under her as she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked his head in her mouth.

  “Oh, my God, Val, baby.” He groaned. “That is fucking amazing. More.”

  She pressed downward until his cock hit the back of her throat then retreated. She repeated that several times, slowly, taking more with every swallow. He began thrusting his hips up, trying to meet her. She looked over at his face where he lay, and hummed around his cock. He watched her with a dangerous. Satisfied that she was driving him to the edge, she added in h
er hand, using it to stroke the base where her mouth didn’t reach.

  She gasped as his fingers found her wet center, thrusting in as she came down on his cock. His thumb rubbed her clit gently, almost absently as she sucked, like he was petting her.

  He lifted her back end up and positioned her so she straddled his face and nearly shot off the bed when his tongue swiped her slit.

  His tongue did wicked things to her pussy while she watched his cock get larger and harder under her ministrations. At the same time, Darren worked her thoroughly. His tongue thrust into her pussy, sucking on her clit, humming against her skin until she was crazy with pleasure and couldn’t discern what she felt from reality anymore.

  Finally, he pulled her off and up to him for a kiss. She stretched out over him, his steel-hard cock against her stomach as he captured her mouth.

  Val pushed up on her hands, the curve of her spine pressing her pelvis into his. Slowly, she slid her body over his, enjoying the feel of his super-heated erection on her skin.

  Darren groaned.

  Val reveled in the power she felt. She felt drunk on him, intoxicated by the rush of heat filling her body when she pushed Darren to the edge. And she was going to go home. How criminal it would have been to miss out on this?

  Val’s mind soared in a haze of exultation. Everything was too big to fit in her skin, the tightness only serving to encourage her arousal. Darren’s large hands roamed over her sensitive body.

  “I swear, you got better at this than an hour ago.” He ground out as she kissed, sucked, and licked her way around his body. His taste made her tongue tingle with want and desire.

  “Glad you like it.” She smiled coyly.

  “Like is not a strong enough word for how I feel about this. You should stop touching me, and start fucking me, or this is going to be over very fast.”

  She enjoyed the strain she heard in his voice. The idea that he was that near to the edge filled her with a feminine power she’d never felt before. She hauled herself up his body, so she could reach the nightstand drawer, and plucked a condom from inside it.

  “Well, aren’t you just making yourself at home, Miss Chase?” He chuckled, his chest vibrating with the low rumbly sound.

  Val giggled and tore open the package and poised the condom over his cock. “Someone’s gotta get the job done.”

  “Hey, I want to play too,” he said.

  “Want you.” It was so fucking hot, too hot. Her skin was on fire. “Now.”

  “God, you’re going to kill me.” He groaned as her fingers rolled the condom all the way to the base, milking a groan from him.

  She straddled him, and lowered herself, her heat enveloping his cock. Both of them emitted groans. She stilled over him as their hips touched, signaling that he was completely buried into her slick, wet pussy.

  Val arched her back, pressing him deeper into her center. She rose up, and dropped, his cock disappearing inside her over and over. She balanced herself by placing her hands on his shoulders, her breasts hanging above him.

  Valerie stuttered out another cry, her mouth opening. Her body locked down on his, trying hard to milk his climax from his cock. Sweat glistened on his skin, creating this gorgeous glow across his body in the dim lighting of the room. Her orgasm overtook her, beautiful heat enveloping her. Darren howled with her as her clenched pussy surrounded him as he came.

  Limbs were tangled together in a spent, happy mess. Their bodies were sweaty, hot but she was happy. His large hands roamed over her arms and back in a smooth, relaxed and sated manner. This was exactly what she needed.

  Chapter Seven

  Val spread the bills out over the bar. Frustration chipped away at her calm. There wasn’t even enough there to cover October’s rent. She was going to lose her apartment if something didn’t change. Her phone was already gone.

  She smoothed her fingertips over the newly cleaned bar. Nick was at the other end, saying goodbye to Jen. He leaned over and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek as she stood. Over the last month, the two had gotten pretty damn close. Val was almost jealous. Almost.

  After Jen left, Nick returned to his cleaning, whistling as he loaded the small dishwasher behind the bar. His bald head moved in time to whatever beat was in his head.

  He paused next to her, frowning as he watched her stack the bills back together, taking care to make sure each was facing the same way. “You all right?”

  “I’m all right. Just thinking.”

  “Is this about that hockey player?” At her silence, a teasing grin grew on his face. “He likes you.”

  “It can’t work out.”

  Darren hadn’t said anything that morning when she left. Of course, she’d also snuck out of his room before he woke, as she had for the last month they’d been seeing each other. A real relationship was out of the question. Not only was he fresh out of a divorce, she was out of a job. Besides, he was on his way to Detroit for a game. How could she deal with all the traveling he would do?

  “Why not?”

  “I can’t.”

  “Relationships aren’t bad things, Val.”

  She whirled around to face him, the anger bubbling in her chest. “Why don’t you just leave, Nick? I’m sure Zoey misses you.”

  A sad smile crossed his face at the mention of his college-bound daughter. “That force of nature doesn’t miss a thing, let alone me.”

  “Still, she needs her dad.” It wasn’t altogether a completely selfish change of subject. Val knew he was having trouble with his daughter, especially since the divorce. The girl was smart but obviously not over the loss of her mother. It woke the family counselor in her, made her wish she could help them.

  “Not as much as you apparently want me gone. She’s an adult. She doesn’t need me there all the time.” he told her. “Quit trying to change the subject.”

  Valerie sighed and didn’t answer. There were some things you didn’t talk to your boss about, even if he was one of your best friends. Sex with the customers topped that list.

  “Val—”

  “I’m fine, Nick. I just—I’m just working a lot.”

  “You could take some time off.” He shrugged. “Get a little more application time out there.”

  And have even more time to think about Darren?

  No thank you.

  She refused to think about those broad shoulders, and those chiseled marble-hard planes of muscle etched into his chest. There was no way that she could allow herself to imagine how his skin tasted or how he gasped when she bit down on his nipple. Or how his fingers tangled in her hair and pulled when she made him feel good.

  Fuck. She was killing herself here.

  “I don’t need time off,” she snapped.

  “You need to get laid,” Nick shot back.

  “Oh, yeah? I think I’m doing just fine.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.

  “Seriously.”

  “Seriously, what, Nick?” She faced him, exasperated. She didn’t really want to tell him she’d spent the night in a ritzy hotel suite with Darren already. Well, several nights… Or that she left Darren’s place afterwards because she didn’t want to spend the night there. Staying the night precluded a relationship, and might lead to some sort of discussion and that was something she couldn’t do.

  “What do you want from me?”

  “I want you to be happy, babe. You deserve it. Go talk to him.” His voice had a soft edge to it, obviously meant to prod her in the right direction.

  “Are you going to talk to Jen?” She shot back.

  Nick scowled. “We’re not talking about me, Val.”

  “Maybe we should be. Does she even know that you like her?”

  He chuckled and came from around the bar. “Oh, she knows. We’re not having this conversation. I’m going to go close the books for the night. Call if you need anything?”

  “Chicken.”

  He shrugged and stood facing her, his face thoughtful. “You gonna be good?”

  She nodded.
He came over to her and kissed her cheek. “I’m fine, Nick.”

  “Yeah, I know,” he said. “You’re a fucking rock.”

  After he’d disappeared into his office, she went behind the bar to empty out the dishwasher when it dinged the end of its cycle. Nick had everything arranged so haphazardly. It was a miracle he could even get half the dishes done at this rate.

  She reloaded the dishwasher, setting all the pint glasses in a line, the shot glasses in another, and the margarita glasses in the third row. She started the machine and got to work cleaning the last of her tables.

  * * *

  “So, what’s up with you and the bar girl?” Gavin asked and plopped down at the table with a fresh beer. His bright eyes glanced at the TV screen, watching Misha battle yet another terrorist on the game. He had a smart ass grin on his face.

  Darren wanted to smack the shit eating grin right off, but that would be admitting to them all that there was something with him and Val. Instead, he traced circles in the stained wooden table with his fingers. It was a chestnut color, something Angela would have hated. Of course, she had that thing for white everywhere. It was one of the first things he’d demolished.

  “Nothing.” He liked Val, sure. She was good people. He was attracted to her. What was not to like about her? She had curves to die for, and a gorgeous ass he just wanted to squeeze. Oh, god. Her boobs were as amazing as he’d envisioned.

  But he wasn’t ready for anything more than physical. He doubted she was either. Their arrangement now was simple, uncomplicated. They were both getting something they needed from each other.

  “Please, you two were making all kinds of googly eyes at each other when you picked us up the other night.”

  Darren arched an eyebrow at Misha. “Dude, you were three sheets to the wind and that was a month ago. How the hell do you know?”